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Mushtaque B. Barq



I was alone,

on a mount I yelled,

wayward flock joined in

with a ticket and token.


I was a topic now

without punctuations

the flow went unchecked,

in place of simile smile I pushed

"Innovation" tagged.


Now that " Change"

a rhetorical device in my hand

I used and spoiled my diction.


Shall I now dump my remains

beneath a headstone

or in the grave up above

for I now doubt

the shrouded skull be hanged.


Mushtaque B. Barq



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